#7’s, ROLLIN’ ‘EM IN THE DARK
Soft smoothness inside of the hardened, stained glass holding it and I’m waiting to pour
Serious to be or not to be once the effect becomes overwhelming and out of this world
Not far but out of the world we know the enculturated way we’ve forgiven our ancestors
They knew not what they were doing to the yin and the yang, they didn’t know they’d fold.
Deck of pinochle cards total 48 and regular deck of 52, fiddling around with kings and queens
Some were ill and mean from years of neglect and passive enculturation by the queer elite
Thinking that it’s OK to rule all of the people all of the Time here on Earth is a fluke of fear
On a stage to play a part you were drafted and groomed for, lucky or not, it’s all Smoky bear.
Once the cactus works it’s essence into the balance of the mind and body, ya better be a #Star
Not responsible for #fake bravery and cultural extinction of Ugly, Bad and Good over the hill
Nothing to show for the days and nights, twirling around and in my coffee grounds in #Buck
Music sounds of melodies and voice modulation, Plato copied Zeus’ future Zeal in #Coolville.
On the other hand, you may live in fear of everything and everyone in front of your two faces
Cry about the unfairness of being sound and fit to survive in a hostile environment, we feel It
Shame and fully recommend giving it all away, you’ve worked your whole life, #fuqcode stat
Old poor ones who beg to be Great, full of wasted handouts never earned, Tick-Tock, Tax-Fat.
Calm down, have a breath of fresh oxygen, mix it with some of that clear juice from the cacti
Move away from the bar, shape shift the glass, it’s 2:00 AM, jaw locked tighter as bongo skin
Known and loved standards I’ve entangled in the languid spigot of every game in town, lo-hi
Hidden behind the bar’s the shotgun, the .44 and a sword that slices up-down-side, flashing.
Pirates and desperadoes never make it past the moment of the last stand against Earth haters
The killers of the living who cannot be controlled by community agreed upon regulatory fear
It’s spooky with people in control of our ghosts inside of each of our machines, blink a wink
Horror and ecstasy while being animated, thru danger and death with macho-punk, a fink!
Why did you throw a kiss when you left me the last time I saw you? You knew I had a song
Behind the wheel or on the sidewalk waiting for the #Uber to take me home or away, to fly
Victim of circumstance any way you look at it, not knowing what will happen in the by & by
Was a loser, a winner and I’m winning now, you’re losing me, you left and I’m already gone!
by
r j j stephan, i { #JustLikeSevensEveryTimeIRollTheDice - Delbert McClinton }
c. #Lundi, July 15, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST
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